Archive for September, 2015

Lots and lots of things are happening, and I’m feeling really positive about how life in general is going. I hope I didn’t just jinx myself by writing that. ButGarnetandI have found a new, bigger house and some potential roommates. There’s a dishwasher, which I have never had since I moved out of my parents house, and I’m excited both for dishwashing and dildo-washing potential.

After we saw the house last week (I can’t believe it’s only been a week), we decided to go out. I was getting ready and heard…distinctive sounds from downstairs. I came down to see what was up and discovered Garnet jerking off on the couch. Yum. When they finished, they said “I want to fuck your ass.”

“Now?” I asked. We agreed that right that minute was probably not the best time. We finished getting ready and went out, we had a really fun time. Getting home was kind of an adventure, but we managed. I was still just a tiny bit tipsy, and I think Garnet may have been as well. We went upstairs, and they instructed me to choose a dick. I selected a smooth, smallish purple one, and they looked around for their harness. Neither of us could remember where it had gone.

I don’t remember taking off my undergarments (and I was wearing panties and Spanx and tights, so taking all that off was probably pretty awkward while tipsy, so that’s probably for the best), but I found myself lying face down on the bed with my dress up around my hips. I was so turned on, so excited, and Garnet’s fingers started working their way between my cheeks, all slick with lube. I moaned as they slowly pushed their way inside me and murmured appreciatively about how easily I opened up for them.

My mantra, when it comes to our open relationship, is that “it’s not a competition,” but I have to admit that it was really, really hot when they told me how much easier I opened up for them than the boys.

We had a bit of a false start with the dildo on the first attempt, I’m not sure if I got too eager and pushed back too fast or if there wasn’t enough lube or what, but the first attempt hurt in the way anal is NOT supposed to. Garnet eased off at the sound of my “Ow!” and went back to fingers. On the second attempt, the dildo slid in easily and they purred their approval. They started out fucking me by hand, working the cock in and out as I moaned and pushed back. It felt so good. I really love the physical sensation of themfucking my ass, where I can just feel everything in so much detail as they slide into me and open me up. And, of course, I really, REALLY love theheadspace it puts me in.

After warming me up by hand, they straddled me and pushed deep inside, controlling the dick by thrusting their hips, fucking me deeply and thoroughly even without a harness. It was so good, and I felt so deliciously submissive and completely theirs that I had tears in my eyes. At one point they wrapped their arm around my throat, pulling me back up against them and putting some pressure on my pulse-points, which was intense and scary and AMAZING. As they pulled away, they bit my shoulder hard, and I felt like I was sinking even deeper into subspace. It wasn’t long before they offered me a vibrator and soon I was frantically pushing back and forth between the vibe in my hand and their cock in my ass. I’m pretty sure I called them “Master” as I came.

They gave me a few moments after my orgasm and the aftershocks subsided, then ever-so-slowly they slid the smooth, firm dildo back inside me. They petted me and told me how good I’d been, what a good slut I was, as they slowly fucked it in and out of my ass. I was pretty wrung out, but also really, really happy and sated. They asked if I wanted to try for another orgasm, but I declined. I got cleaned up,andwashedthecock, and we snuggled up in bed.